Thursday 7th November – In work (and the Trafford Centre) and I'm going commando in jeans

This morning I considered wearing my mustard coloured trousers.  They’re getting a bit old now and I've worn them quite a lot so they’re probably getting close to the end of their life.  In the end I didn't and went for jeans. As I do 99% of the time with jeans, I went commando.

The particular jeans I wore are quite low on my hips and I sort of hope that the fact that no one will see any sign of underwear will make them wonder just a little.

On top I was braless with a very thin tee shirt with a v-neck jumper over it.  I suspect it was probably just about possible to tell I wasn't wearing a bra, I noticed I had a slight nipple show a few times during the day, but nothing over the top and all was nice and subtle.

On the way home I called in to the Trafford Centre specifically to buy some tights and have a general look around.  Even though it was pretty cold, before I got out of the car I took my jumper off leaving just the tee shirt.  I had a jacket, so I wasn't going to freeze to death, and if I was to try anything on, I didn't have too many layers.  As it happened, I saw I nice pair of trousers in M&S.

I'm more than a little reluctant to try clothes on when I'm commando, I'm not sure other people, who may try them on after me would be very pleased about it, and so it’s something I don’t usually do.  But the trousers I liked weren't tight fitting and I was 99% sure I was going to buy them and I just wanted to make sure they would fasten, so against my better judgement, I decided to try them on.

Once in the changing room I kicked my shoes off and took my jeans off.  I pulled the new trousers on, they would fasten OK and I was happy with them and knew I was going to buy them.  With this knowledge I pulled them on properly and fastened them.  There was a youngish lad handing the tags out at the changing room entrance, so I decided to go out to look at them in a better full length mirror.

Before I left the changing room I took my jacket off and went out, and walked out in to the shop to find a mirror.  The lad at the entrance looked over toward me and his eyes went straight to my boobs.  He’d clearly noticed I was braless.  I found the mirror I was looking for, gave myself the quick once over and went back to the changing rooms and changed back in to my jeans.  I didn't put my jacket back on until I was at the cashiers desk, just to give the lad another quick look as I handed him the tag thing back to him - hahahaha!  Hope he was as pleased as I was.